Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

She hiked up her skirt, this time with more caution.

The little mishap barely ruffled any feathers; everyone's concern was solely on whether Roseanne was hurt. Stoddard offered his arm without hesitation, "Here, little Roseanne, lean on me. I've got muscles! You won't fall."

But it was Liz whose gaze lingered on Roseanne's side, as if trying to bore holes into her with her eyes.

During dinner, Sammy noticed she barely touched her food and worried she might be feeling unwell, "Why are you eating so little today? Stomachache again?" Her meals were often at odd times, so Sammy had gotten used to nagging.

"The dishes today are all pretty light, just right for your stomach. And this is your favorite..."

"Can you not?" Liz pushed his hand away, "I just don't feel like eating, alright? Why do you have to make such a fuss? Can't I even decide whether to eat or not?" Sammy's hand, midway in serving, froze, "That's not what I meant. I just worry about your health..."

No one else intervened, simply focusing on their own meals.

It wasn't that they didn't want to interfere; they were just used to it.

After all, Sammy enjoyed it. Why would these outsiders chip in?

It could only end up offending someone, and nobody wanted to be that fool, engaging in thankless tasks.

Owen glanced over at Sammy, who was completely absorbed with Liz and didn't notice Owen's gaze.

Roseanne wasn't one to meddle in others' business or indulge in gossip; she just kept her head down, savoring the gourmet meal in front of her.

it's a Michelin restaurant; it's

...

completely parted ways

later, on a weekend afternoon, she suddenly received

I've got good news! Wanna hear

might be but played along, "Spill it,

tell you, our

Future Middle School staff

residential area is getting

getting compensation according

vel

I calculated, and it's about

Roseanne tried

as surprised as

we didn't sell

BAUMS

when we bought the

Speaking of selling houses, remember

Louisa?

her